The latest column: “The Fragile Vessel.” In which snow falls over Boston, Cathreen and I make another ER visit, for dehydration, and we find out that we’re having a daughter and that the name we picked just won’t fit. Cathreen recently said to me, “Pregancy is weird.” That about sums up all of these columns recently. Here’s an excerpt:
In the morning, when it is time to leave, Cathreen asks me not to go. I have been dreading the possibility of this happening—I know my wife and her moments of tenderness. I apologize to her, but I do want to go, and I am going, and then I am out the door and feeling guilty.
Also, I’m working on linking up all the Epidemic stories, so look for a hyptertext version soon. Hooray!